I Do Not Own Naruto

The Shadow and The Demon

He was over her body, his hands sliding over her sides as he felt the contours of slight form and savoring the dangerous, dark, edgy flavor of her that felt like he was kissing her chidori rather than her.

Now, Shikadai could never tell one when exactly this happened or why it was her, just that it always had been her. He didn't think there had ever been another girl who had captured his attention or fascination so thoroughly, and there had been plenty of other girls in his life.

There was Yodo, who was on the same team as his cousin Shinki. She was gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful with her pale complexion, blonde hair and blue eyes. But she bored him, he found her to be unimaginative, and she was practically Shinki's girl and he was not so much a fool as to try to take something that belonged to his cousin. There was ChōChō but she was on his team and he did not like her attitude towards him or others for that matter. Himawari had always been off limits because of Inojin's infatuation with the younger Uzumaki girl. And Shikadai found most of the civilian girls to be boring.

But then there was Uchiha Sarada, a girl who had fascinated him in so many ways since their childhood. Ever since he had met her in her mother's hospital, she had always captured his attention.

However, there was one problem with Uchiha Sarada, and it was not even a thing she was really aware of or rather seemed unaware of, it was her father. Uchiha Sasuke scared the hell out anyone who so much as looked at his daughters, and Shikadai did far more than looking lately. Wisely, Shikadai worried about them being caught, but that was also a part of the thrill as Sarada's head fell back from his and a moan escaped her lips as he cupped one of her small breasts.

"Shikadai," she gasped as she writhed beneath him.

"Sarada," he whispered as his lips trailed over her jawline and he lightly nipped her pulse. There was a thrill here, touching the untouchable Uchiha Sarada, feeling her in his grasp, and under him as her legs wrapped around his hips and he was drawn into her.

This woman beneath him, a woman who was a monster in strength, a demon by reputation, and an untouchable Uchiha was panting desperately as her hips innocently grinded against his. He groaned at the friction on his clothed cock as he looked down at her.

"I… I want…" she gasped in coherently as his hand massaged the small mound. She was so unbelievably soft, he found is fascinating.

"What?" he whispered as he pulled away to watch her, her glasses had been discarded in their heated tryst.

"Hn…" she groaned as he lightly tugged the nipple and she arched, he lazily smirked, she was so reactive… it was fun and pleasing.

"What do you want Sarada?" he asked as he leant over her to tug her ear lobe. For months they had been meeting up on little dates and he had stolen her first kiss from her, and they now had frequent make out sessions when they were alone and no one could tell her father.

"I don't know!" she innocently admitted as he came over her and kissed her slowly, languidly and savored that flavor he knew to be Sarada now. Shikadai knew exactly what he wanted, he was like his mother that way, however, like his father, he liked to take his sweet time getting what he wanted. And with Sarada, it took all his will power not to rush her, manipulate her to where he wanted her, or to just take her like she was an easy girl when he knew she had never had sex, a boyfriend, or even been kissed before he stole that first kiss.

"That's alright," he breathed when he pulled away. "We go as far as you want," he assured her. He wanted her trust as much as he wanted her so he was careful with this thing between them as he slowly unzipped her shirt, she impatiently tugged his, he sat up and pulled it over his head before she destroyed it.

He gasped in surprise when her cool, slim finger touched his skin and curiously wandered over his abs. Shikadai peeked at her and saw her onyx eyes filled with fascination and wonder and he chuckled internally at the innocent look of inquisitiveness in her eyes. It felt like there was electricity coursing through his skin wherever her fingers touched as she let her fingers wander over his body.

"You're really warm," she observed and he laughed.

"Sarada," he came back to her noticing that the heat he was feeling was gone in her eyes and he wanted it back as he kissed her. Lazily he prodded her mouth as his tongue traced her teeth, he enjoyed the taste as she kissed him back passionately. He liked to take her mouth slow, but Sarada was an impatient and passionate creature once one got past her cool exterior.

His hands slid over her smooth ivory skin as he slipped under her back to find the hooks of her bra. Finding what he sought he slowly slipped the clasp free and felt her stiffen when her bra was undone. He pulled away to assess her and then slipped it off, she moved to cover herself, but he was faster as his hands slid back over her ribs and he caught her hand.

"My turn to explore," he mused and saw her scowl as she blushed furiously.

"Fine!" she hissed. He had felt her breasts plenty of times before when they were making out but seeing them was a different thing entirely as he slowly brought his hands over to them and cupped them again. They were small, but Sarada was built like her mother and rather small. He found he liked the light weight in his hand as his thumbs slid over the rosy nipples, she gasped, they puckered a bit and he smirked as he kissed her languidly again before kissing his way down her jaw, down her pulse. She squirmed when he lightly pressed his lips to her collar bone and he made a note to come back here one day as he continued to kiss, nip, and taste her skin to one nipple.

Sarada continued fidgeting as his thumbs never ceased their teasing, he liked how honest she was about her reactions, and how she squirmed at his touch.

Unable to resist he opened his mouth and captured one nipple earning him a startled yelp from Sarada, who's fingers now pulled hair down as they tangled in his hair. Lightly tugging on the nub with his teeth as his tongue circle her nipple had her moaning, gasping and whispering his name in a way he liked. The throbbing in his pants was getting harder to ignore though when her hips ground against his innocently and her legs tightened around his hips.

If he didn't know better he'd have thought her to be a minx, but this was Uchiha Sarada.

No man, or woman, had even had the courage to try to kiss her with her father looking after her now, and no one trifled with her because of her own temper.

"Shikadai," she pleaded as she arched against him, his hands gripped her hips to cease her grinding before he did something they couldn't turn back from as he lightly tugged her nipple again. Good Kami did she taste divine! A little like vanilla and there was a sweet flavor about her which made him think of baked goods. She clearly spent a lot of time in her grandparents' bakery, he thought as he pulled away from the swollen breast. Lightly he trailed his way over to the other breast and smirked at her panting, writhing form as he held her hips with bruising force.

"Sarada," he murmured against her skin.

"Please," she pleaded and he continued with his quest of undoing the composed Uchiha. She moaned lowly when he captured her hard nub in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. He could feel her hips squirm in his grasp and felt his own desire throbbing hard and straining against his too tight pants. But the few times had had done this he had learnt he rather liked taking it slow and having the girl a writhing mess before taking her, because it felt so damn good to feel her coming around him; so tight, and hot, it was suffocating, intoxicating, and empowering.

Sarada's hands grabbed his finally as she struggled to pry them off her hips.

"I… I wanna…" she gasped in coherently as she tried to get him to release her. He knew what she wanted, it was what he wanted but he wouldn't let her grind against him when he was struggling to remain still and not scare her to death.

"Sarada, Sarada," he chanted as his brow rested on her heaving chest. He could feel her heat radiating and he wanted so badly to have her after months of making out, but he wasn't going to scare her off when he was working hard to keep her as his.

Shikadai happened to love the girl in his grasp, he loved her for a long time, even when he had dated other girls trying to convince himself that there was nothing between him and Uchiha Sarada, that she was just a friend of his. But when he had seen Boruto steal a kiss from her months ago, he knew that it wasn't a stupid crush; he loved her, and had wanted to eviscerate Boruto from throat to belly and light him on fire for having dared to kiss what was his.

Not that Sarada was his at the time, but that had been the thought in mind.

"Sarada, we…" he gasped when she managed to press her hips to brush his over sensitive bulge. "We, need to stop," he said.

"No! please! Please!" she pleaded desperately in a breathless tone.

"Sarada, if we don't stop now I'm not stopping," he warned her. Green met ruby as they stared at one another for a long moment.

"I want you, please, Shikadai, I want you," she whispered.

He groaned as he leant over her, his mouth languidly moving over hers as his hands slid down her hips, her grinding resumed as his hands rested on her thighs. She was determinedly trying, he knew that, and as his hand slid under her skirt to her panties he could feel her wet heat already soaking the material and he hadn't touched them. Quickly he pulled her skirt and panties off of her as he pulled away to stand off his bed to discard his pants.

Sarada blushed innocently as she lay on his bed, and he decided that his was going to be the best night he could give her.

"You're sure," he asked again before he pulled off his pants.

She nodded as she blushed more. He moved fast then, for as much as he liked slow he didn't want to scare her off and have her leave him achingly wanting as he kicked off his pants and settle between her legs again.

"Last chance to say no," he said carefully as his hands rest on her hips and her own hands came to his shoulders.

"Please," she nodded and he kissed her hard again as he lined up to slide into her.

She was so damn wet, and tight, it was hard to slid into her boiling heat with how tight she was as he slowly rocked his hips into hers, sliding into her slowly. She gasped as she pulled away from the kiss, he groaned in pleasure as her heat all but strangled him.

Good Fucking Kami! She was so tight; it was hard to think as he felt her squirm in discomfort. He felt a barrier and stopped as he looked up at her. Whirling ruby eyes held pain, determination, and she was pleading with him as her mouth whispered his name.

"Fast," she panted in discomfort. "Fast," she repeated and chanted.

He obliged her as he surged into her quickly. He groaned in pleasure as he was engulfed into her heat, completely sheathed in her. Sarada's nails ripped into his shoulders as she arched against him, groaning in discomfort as he felt her muscles clenching around him.

"Shikadai," she whispered.

"Mm," he moaned as he focused on not just giving into the desire to just surge into her.

"Just go," she whispered in discomfort.

"Sarada?" he whispered.

"Just move, please, it'll…" she groaned and he complied with her demand. He tried to go slow but soon she was groaning, and shoving against him in response. Their movements were clumsy as Sarada moved with him, but he felt her slowly move with him, or he with her, it didn't matter as he felt the blinding edge coming towards him as his body tightened and he felt everything him seeking release.

Sarada cried out, when he felt her constrict around him he managed a few strokes before a shout escaped his lips and he felt his own release his him with gut ripping force as he saw white behind his eyes and quivered.

Collapsing on her he gasped for breath as they both lay there. Slowly rolling off her he wanted to continue to enjoy her warmth as he pulled her close.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Demon," he murmured as he lightly kissed her temple.

"I did not start this," she gasped as she squirmed in his arms.

"You're troublesome," he said softly as he yawned and pulled her tightly to his chest.

"You're a shadow," she muttered.

"Hmm, you're definitely a demon," he grumbled as the sleep overtook him as they settle. He liked feeling her close to him, if he had known she felt this right with him.

"I did not start this," she slurred as he felt her relax. smiling to himself he let the sleep take him. this felt so damn good; now he only had to hope they were not caught.

When she roused slowly she pulled herself up, looking around groggily then she felt his arm. Turning slowly Sarada bit her lip as her eyes settled onto the sleeping form of Nara Shikadai and she blushed. Closing eyes again she curled up beneath the covers again and pressed closely against the warm man she was in bed with and smiled at having finally had a taste of what Himawari and ChōChō would never shut up about.

She'd leave before dawn, but for now she would enjoy being around him.

She had had a crush on Shikadai for forever, and she was really happy that he had been the one that had taken her virginity. It had felt wonderful, as she smiled and snuggled to him.

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